Sometimes after a long day of consulting with my fellow Stackers in between unimportant life events I wake up at 2 am and discover that I was not rewarded for doing a great job. Nada. Nothing.

I wonder in my angst if I was not in the random matrix of the goddess of fortune. I weep while on the porcelain throne. I try to pinch off an ounce of dignity but instead my fundament refuse to cooperate. Left in dismay I push a little harder. Nothing. Nada.

Happy Bitcoin Paper day!